I went to work this morning, but my boss sent me home and told me to come back next week after we’ve settled things around here. So … I took advantage of my dressed (out of pajamas) state and convinced everyone to go out to lunch. At 11am.

I wish I could say I’m not concerned about my weight, but the anxiety is starting to creep back – as always. I’m at 184.5 – so generally right where I usually am (though 2 pounds higher than I’ve been all month) – but we’ve been living on pizza and cookies and ice cream and rotisserie chickens and easy stuff. I’m sure it’s going to catch up with me.

I need to exercise if for nothing more than stress relief, but I just haven’t.
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Jon has been so sweet.

I know I’m feeling irrational, but damn. It can all be gone in the blink of an eye.